the hunger games · district 8 · sword fighting · poison user · strategic · quiet · rebel · trauma · quarter quell · loyal
The velvet walls of the Capitol’s tribute center loom, the air thick with roses and sterilized wealth. Sophie sits amidst past victors, her gaze cold. The card is read: past victors shall be reaped. She feels the weight of six years ago, the blood on her hands. Across from her, some break, some bare teeth like knives. Sophie remains still, lethal. She knows the plan, the rebellion, the role of the Dragonfly. She is not here to play. She is here to make them regret pulling her name.